Tuesday, April 29, 2008

First, a previously unknown sex tape of Marilyn Monroe was sold for $1.5 million. Now comes the Jimi Hendrix video. My first thought when seeing the headline was, "is he having sex with a guy or girl"? Turns out it's not one Foxey Lady but two. Maybe this will debunk all those "Excuse me while I kiss this guy" rumors.

The article describes the video as such:

The film shows a naked man who resembles Hendrix, the guitar legend who died in 1970, wearing a bandanna in his Afro, having sex with two brunettes in a dimly lighted bedroom. His full face appears on screen for only a few seconds, with his eyes closed. In other portions there are flashes of his profile. But his hands, bedecked with rings, roam large on the screen at times. The film has no audio.

It goes on to say:

the film surfaced when a collector discovered a tin labeled “Black Man” in a box of rock memorabilia bought at an unidentified auction in London. Upon recognizing Hendrix, Mr. Klein said, the collector decided to sell the tape.So, is it Jimi? I mean, who doesn't have tins of porn labeled "Black Man" laying around the house? Let's review the description. Bandanna? Check. Afro? Check. Hands bedecked with rings? Check. Good enough for me. Some friends of Hendrix aren't so sure though. Their main contention is the width of his nostrils. Seriously.

One fan felt the film was “horrible to watch” because Hendrix appears to be on drugs or heavily intoxicated. “I don’t want that to be what I think about when I think about Jimi Hendrix,” he said.

Really?! What fucking world is this guy living on? Everyone thinks of Jimi as drunk/high at all times. It's part of his appeal. I'd be more disturbed if a video of him doing arts and crafts surfaced.

I was trying to work on the Watchtower theme as well. "All along the cocktower" was the best I could do. I figured a tower was rather cock-like... but a tower of snatch is a whole other story. I don't know if I should hope for, or fear that such a tower might fall on me.

it's times like these when I'm glad that my mom doesn't read this blog...